by Trina M. Lee
Another secret I wanted to keep was Juliet’s presence in Vegas from Jenner. Since Kale wasn’t speaking to me, I had no contact there to discuss it with. If worse came to worse, I’d have to call Jenner and tell him, while also threatening him six ways from Sunday.
Perhaps it was good that Juliet had left town for a while. Not only did it mean I didn’t have her here bitching about what I’d done to Briggs, it kept Gabriel’s vision from coming true. Eventually she’d find out about Briggs though. I could only hope that it wouldn’t send her running straight back here.
“Can you believe she said that? As if I’m some kind of amateur. I know my way around a hunt. Alexa, are you even listening?” Jez punched my shoulder.
“Yes. Kind of. No, not really. Sorry. I’m spaced out. Thinking about shit.” I flashed her what I hoped was an apologetic smile.
“Well, cut it out. It’s a hazard to your health.”
“It sure is.”
The nightmares had stopped. Mostly. I was able to sleep again. Not much though. But the thinking, yeah, it was impossible to escape. My mind refused to be quiet. If I didn’t kill something soon, I was going to snap.
They call it The Dark Night of the Soul. A time of darkness named after a poem written by Saint John of the Cross in the sixteenth century. As I’d learned since starting my search for other twin flames, it was a common affliction for the twins, that helpless feeling of being consumed by the darkness in our lives. Filled with utter despair and a sense of being powerless, it caused spiritual crisis. I knew without a doubt that I was in it now.
Giving up was for cowards. I was a reckless, power hungry killer, but I was not a coward. The dark night can last for lengthy periods. Mine had only just begun. Still, I wasn’t discouraged. The spiritual crisis racking my soul was necessary for me to discover who I was now. I’d changed so much.
Going through this dark time would bring me to the place I needed to be. I could give up and wander lost in the darkness, or I could push through and stay the course until I saw the light on the other side of this dark night.
The temptation to embrace the dark was overwhelming, to become one with it. I felt safest in the dark because only there could I escape the agony of being. My dark side offered me a place of solitude where I could dwell without thought or feeling other than that of gratification and temporary euphoria.
But the spark of light that burned within me chased back the shadows. The monster within me was caged once again, and I was given yet another chance. I remembered who I was again, for a little while.
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Trina writes urban fantasy that is dark and gritty with a twist of romance and horror but which is ultimately about people in dark places discovering who they are and what they’re made of.
A lover of rock music, vampires and muscle cars, Trina is a dreamer who always secretly wanted to be a rockstar. She lives in Alberta, Canada with her bass player husband, fierce teenage daughter and three annoying but super cute cats. She has a Venus Fly Trap that loves baby talk and a Dodge Charger named Delilah.
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